There are times I wish I was a spirit. My perception of people is often more beautiful than they are, and that's exactly where my life's tragedy lies. My music means more to me than most things, and the quantity and quality of music I share with you is reflective of what you mean to me. In 2002 I buried a lil tin box full of unsent letters on GT road in Guwahati, A few weeks back I buried another something in the middle of a park in New Alipore, Kolkata...... maybe I am a treasure island wannabe. I am perhaps the only person my age to have a will. If I die an untimely death, 11 people will find someone somewhere, my closest friend, at their doorstep with a letter from me. All 11 of these letters are typed out and ready to be printed and delivered, the Microsoft word document is password protected and uploaded somewhere on the web, my will will reveal the password and its location to S, along with the instruction regarding the dispatch, when I die. I will live till the age of 36 and die. Sucking a lemon makes me feel naughty. I have a disease that hasn't been identified as yet, it makes me forget names and dates and other allegedly important things, but I never forget faces. I'm the happiest when I wake up to music on winter mornings at 10 am. I read. A hot water bath is one of the greatest pleasures of life, add a dash of M-A-N to it, and it rises in the pleasure hierarchy. The sight of a rose shrub soothes me, waking up to the fragrance that wafts into my room with the morning zephyres is almost as good as waking up to the Sylph from my dreams. I tend to it, like I would to my child.
There is no truth, what we call the truth are actually grudgingly bequeathed versions of self devised elaborate lies. The profound is often borrowed and the beauty is a function of the skills of camouflaging and concealing... and obviously the beholder suffers from astigmatism.